Blues in The Night — текст песни (Chicago)

My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants,

My mama done told me, she said son!

A woman will sweet-talk ya, shell give you the big eye,

But when that sweet talkin is done

A womans a two-face, a worrisome thing

Wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night.



Now the rains a fallin, hear the train a callin, whoo-ee,

Hear the lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle, whoo-ee,

Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol clickety-clack

Im back on the track of blues in the night



The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin

And the moonlightll hide its light,

When you get the blues in the night.



Take my word, the mockingbird

He will sing the saddest kind of song,

He knows things are wrong and hes right.

From natchez to mobile, from memphis to st. joe,

Wherever the four winds seem to blow,

Ive been in some big towns and Ive heard me some big talkin,

But there is one thing I know,

A womans a two-face, shes a worrisome thing

Wholl leave you to sing the blues in the night.



(got a case of the blues in the night, dont know what to do

Blues every night...)